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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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35,286
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35
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Snippet #14 (HG/DM) Non-Con
Snippet #14 (HG/DM)
Draco's Dirty Deed (Non-Con)
Draco Malfoy waited disillusioned near the Gryffindor entrance behind a suit of armor and watched as one by one inebriated party-goers returned to the tower. There had been a dance tonight at Hogwarts...but he wasn't allowed to attend because of one bitch.
Hermione Granger.
She had caught him and a Hufflepuff witch fucking in the upper corridors, and with a nasty smile the Head Girl revoked his party attendence and he was banned from the ball. This pissed him off to no end. He swore revenge on the witch.
One thing Draco knew was that Hermione liked to drink the spiked punch as much as anyone else and got rather loaded at celebrations, despite being Head Girl. Her watchdogs Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley always got her back to Gryffindor Tower in one piece and unmolested, though they were usually in as bad a shape as the witch was.
He was waiting for them now.
Sure enough, they were the last to arrive, staggering and laughing, Hermione between them swaying and sloe-eyed. She was wearing a light blue button up dress with a pink plaid collar that fell just above her knees, and she was completely lit.
"What a party!" she giggled as they stumbled up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Draco slipping behind them.
He had a tell-tale shimmer but they were already cross-eyed so most likely wouldn't see him if he were standing directly in front of them. After several tries, the trio got the password right and entered Gryffindor Tower, Draco right behind them.
Hermione as Head Girl had her own private room and staircase leading up to it. Unlike the stairs that led to the dormitories, these steps didn't turn into a slide when males mounted it because the Head Girl was usually called upon by males and females alike to help with some matter. So it was an easy thing for Draco to follow her up. Hermione leaned on her door a moment before opening it and drunkenly staggering in. She fell on her bed on her back, laughing.
"Oh that was a great party...and what made it sweeter was that Draco missed it!" she chuckled.
Draco, who had slipped in behind her frowned.
"You think that was funny, eh Granger? You just wait you bitch," Draco fumed, watching as the drunken witch fell asleep.
Draco waited a few minutes until Hermione began to snore, then removed his disillusionment spell and poked her. She didn't respond. He brushed his hand across her mouth...still no response. Then he stuck his finger in it and wriggled it about. No. No response.
"All right, Granger. Time to get a bit of my own back, mudblood," the wizard hissed, undoing his belt, then his trousers. He then unfastened Hermione's dress a little and played with her tits a bit before walking over to her dresser and lifting the mirror off it.
He carefully leaned the mirror against the wall facing the side of the bed, adjusting it so he could see a little above mattress level. Then he divestoed his clothing completely and climbed into Hermione's bed, erect and ready.
Draco laid down on his back, pulling Hermione's head on to his lap. He raised his head a bit. Oh yes, he could see her face clearly in the mirror as well as his own. Grasping his cock, he pushed it into the sleeping witch's mouth.
"Oh yeah, this is going to look great in the pensieve," he hissed, holding Hermione's head securely and thrusting away.
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Draco's Dirty Deed (Non-Con)
Draco Malfoy waited disillusioned near the Gryffindor entrance behind a suit of armor and watched as one by one inebriated party-goers returned to the tower. There had been a dance tonight at Hogwarts...but he wasn't allowed to attend because of one bitch.
Hermione Granger.
She had caught him and a Hufflepuff witch fucking in the upper corridors, and with a nasty smile the Head Girl revoked his party attendence and he was banned from the ball. This pissed him off to no end. He swore revenge on the witch.
One thing Draco knew was that Hermione liked to drink the spiked punch as much as anyone else and got rather loaded at celebrations, despite being Head Girl. Her watchdogs Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley always got her back to Gryffindor Tower in one piece and unmolested, though they were usually in as bad a shape as the witch was.
He was waiting for them now.
Sure enough, they were the last to arrive, staggering and laughing, Hermione between them swaying and sloe-eyed. She was wearing a light blue button up dress with a pink plaid collar that fell just above her knees, and she was completely lit.
"What a party!" she giggled as they stumbled up to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Draco slipping behind them.
He had a tell-tale shimmer but they were already cross-eyed so most likely wouldn't see him if he were standing directly in front of them. After several tries, the trio got the password right and entered Gryffindor Tower, Draco right behind them.
Hermione as Head Girl had her own private room and staircase leading up to it. Unlike the stairs that led to the dormitories, these steps didn't turn into a slide when males mounted it because the Head Girl was usually called upon by males and females alike to help with some matter. So it was an easy thing for Draco to follow her up. Hermione leaned on her door a moment before opening it and drunkenly staggering in. She fell on her bed on her back, laughing.
"Oh that was a great party...and what made it sweeter was that Draco missed it!" she chuckled.
Draco, who had slipped in behind her frowned.
"You think that was funny, eh Granger? You just wait you bitch," Draco fumed, watching as the drunken witch fell asleep.
Draco waited a few minutes until Hermione began to snore, then removed his disillusionment spell and poked her. She didn't respond. He brushed his hand across her mouth...still no response. Then he stuck his finger in it and wriggled it about. No. No response.
"All right, Granger. Time to get a bit of my own back, mudblood," the wizard hissed, undoing his belt, then his trousers. He then unfastened Hermione's dress a little and played with her tits a bit before walking over to her dresser and lifting the mirror off it.
He carefully leaned the mirror against the wall facing the side of the bed, adjusting it so he could see a little above mattress level. Then he divestoed his clothing completely and climbed into Hermione's bed, erect and ready.
Draco laid down on his back, pulling Hermione's head on to his lap. He raised his head a bit. Oh yes, he could see her face clearly in the mirror as well as his own. Grasping his cock, he pushed it into the sleeping witch's mouth.
"Oh yeah, this is going to look great in the pensieve," he hissed, holding Hermione's head securely and thrusting away.
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A/N: Snippets with accompanying animations are available at http://www.theburningpen.com